The beggar helped the Huo Xiang Lord to carry Feng Zidu on his shoulder, understanding that the current situation was urgent, and for Feng Zidu to appear in the Medicine King Valley, everyone heard the wind and moved, at this moment, this mountain peak has no idea how many Jianghu high-rollers and martial arts warriors are ambushed, and they are cautious, and they only drive down the mountain by choosing a deserted path.

Out of the woods, over a barren cliff, it was a long and narrow slope, mixed with rocks piled up in the grass half a man high.

Lord Huo Xiang saw a sword light and sword shadow floating on the edge of a big stone in the distance on the left, and knew that there was someone lurking, so he immediately carried Fengzi on his back, bent down and drilled into the grass on the right, identified the direction, and hurried along the cliff.

As he was hurrying away, a large tree stood out in front of him. Lord Huo Xiang looked up and looked around, and saw that there was only a strong wind and grass around, silent, and it was expected that no one should be hiding around.

But before he could take two breaths, suddenly the sword light flashed in front of him, and the two long swords stabbed left and right, rushing to the chest.

Lord Huo Xiang was suddenly attacked, and he couldn't help but be angry, and his right hand hurriedly took out a wooden stick from his waist, slammed out two sticks, knocked out horizontally and vertically, and met the sword towards him, shouting: "Who are you? "The two who hold the sword are tall and thin, one is dressed in black, the face is blank, one holds the sword in his left hand, the other holds the sword in his right hand, they are both about thirty years old, but the eyes and faces are very similar, like twin brothers.

When the two saw that the long sword in their hands had missed, they immediately floated away and retreated. The left-hand sword-wielding man said coldly: "Leave that kid behind, my brothers and sisters will spare you from death." After all, Huo Xiangzhu is a dignified incense master of the world's first gang of beggars, and when he heard this, he couldn't help but laugh angrily, looked up to the sky and shouted: "Who are you? The man holding the sword in his right hand just said coldly: "Leave that kid, my brothers will spare you from death." Lord Huo Xiang couldn't help but be angry from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, he couldn't suppress it, he had been killing the rivers and lakes for many years, and no one had ever dared to be so arrogant and rude in front of him.

Lord Huo Xiang laughed again, stared at the two of them for a moment, and understood that at this time, the shape was forbidden, either the enemy died or I died, and there was no bypass to go, so he immediately put down Fengzi, who was blocked by the acupoint and couldn't move, leaned against the root of the tree, turned around and held the wooden stick tightly, secretly condensed and gathered strength, put on a gesture to move with the wind, and shouted angrily: "Lao Tzu is now coming to see, who is sparing who is not dead?" The left-handed sword holder said lightly: "Very good." Look at the sword!" Before he could finish speaking, the two of them suddenly started to move forward at the same time,

"Snort" two sharp sounds broke through the air, lightning and fire, and stabbed with a sword. Lord Huo Xiang felt that there was a flower in front of him, and the two long swords were already close, and they were only faster and more urgent than the previous two swords, and he was secretly frightened, and thought: "I'm afraid these two people really have some means." Seeing that the left sword was dignified, the wind and thunder were faint, the right sword was light, and the clouds and mist were like a cloud, the two swords advanced and retreated together, attacking and defending together, unpredictable, so he shouted in a low voice, unfolded the stormy stick method, and swung forward to meet the attack.

In an instant, the shadows of the sticks were heavy, criss-crossed, and the wind and clouds were like clouds and clouds crushing towards the two people. The sword comes and goes, attacking and defending, alternating between glue, and it can be fought with twelve or thirteen moves.

The man with the sword in his right hand shouted violently, "Go." Lord Huo Xiang only felt a sudden sharp pain in his right wrist, and suddenly he couldn't hold it steadily, and the wooden stick flew out of his hand, and he couldn't help but be frightened, only to realize that the two people in front of him had wonderful swordsmanship, and he was not an opponent, so he hurriedly pulled back.

The left-handed sword holder sneered and said, "It's too late to regret it at this moment. Stepping forward, the sword stabbed out towards Huo Xiang's throat.